Vlast watches him with the sort of look usually reserved for some puzzling tome he's plucked from the shelves, as if by simply looking he can discern what's troubling his roommate.
It obviously doesn't work, and by the time Benedict is on his feet, Vlast's gaze has turned to the ferry that heads to the city proper.
"I have some errands near Hightown," he says, already headed for the boat (though he keeps his strides short so Benedict can keep up). "Then a meal that isn't..."
He wrinkles his nose, lips curled in a disgusted sneer. "...pease porridge."
The food at the Gallows is never what Vlast would consider, by any standards, good, but he's gnawed on carcasses of hydras that had been laying out in the desert sun for a week and would consider such haute cuisine compared to pease porridge.
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Date: 2024-11-25 03:09 pm (UTC)It obviously doesn't work, and by the time Benedict is on his feet, Vlast's gaze has turned to the ferry that heads to the city proper.
"I have some errands near Hightown," he says, already headed for the boat (though he keeps his strides short so Benedict can keep up). "Then a meal that isn't..."
He wrinkles his nose, lips curled in a disgusted sneer. "...pease porridge."
The food at the Gallows is never what Vlast would consider, by any standards, good, but he's gnawed on carcasses of hydras that had been laying out in the desert sun for a week and would consider such haute cuisine compared to pease porridge.
"I'd like your advice on the latter."